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One thousand three hundred seventeen, martial arts exchange competition (2)

Su Jinyue looked at Zhan Yihan. Even if he walked into the crowd, he was still a prominent presence, as if everyone around him had become the background, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Her Yihan was so outstanding.

Seeing the smile on Su Jinyue's face, Qin Feng smiled and said, "It seems that you are very confident about Zhan Junior Brother." Of course, he hopes that the winner will be Zhan Junior Brother, or their disciples who escape from the Immortal Palace. Only when they win the first battle will the disciples behind them be full of fighting spirit.

"Of course!" Su Jinyue raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Qin Feng laughed and looked at Zhan Yihan with a hint of envy in his eyes. When will he find an immortal couple who trusts, admires and loves him as Junior Sister Su?

The deacon walked to everyone who participated in the first game, glanced at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "The formation for this game will be arranged by Elder Fei next. Whoever comes out of the formation is the first to come out of the formation? Do you understand?"

"I understand!" everyone responded in unison.

The deacon nodded and stepped aside.

Elder Fei walked forward, he raised his hand and waved his hand, and as a formation flag fell, the already arranged formation was activated immediately. This formation is a level seven formation. If you want to come out from it, you can only deduce it slowly. Among the disciples who participated in the competition among the four major sects, except for the Exile Immortal Palace, there are three other sects, so they will only win the three sects. Although this is unfair to Exile Immortal Palace, who made Exile Immortal Palace too weak?

Zhan Yihan glanced at the disciples of the other three sects, waved his hand and threw out a formation flag, stepped forward and walked out of the formation. He was the master of the eighth-level immortal formation, so how could the seventh-level formation trap him? Of course, he didn't want to be so high-profile, but he saw that among the disciples of the other three sects, three of them had waved the formation flag and were about to break the formation. He didn't want to lose, so he could only make a high-profile call.

"How is this possible?!" In the stands, the sect leader of Tianyi Sect and the sect leader of the Formation Peak stood up and looked at Zhan Yihan who had walked out of the Formation in disbelief. The spy sent back the news that Zhou Zishuang and Luo Qianao, who had escaped from the Formation Peak in the World Immortal Palace, did not participate in the exchange competition, but instead sent a new disciple Zhan Yihan. The spy also specifically investigated Zhan Yihan, who was only a level five-level immortal formation master. But how could he be the first to walk out of the Formation?

"This is too fast!"

"When did there be such a powerful disciple in the Immortal Palace? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Didn't it mean that Luo Qianao from the Immortal Palace Formation Peak will not participate in this exchange competition?"

"I have seen Luo Qianao. He is not Luo Qianao, and Luo Qianao is just a master of the level 6 immortal formation." Everyone stared at Zhan Yihan in a daze, his eyes full of shock.

"This battle is indeed amazing. The main reason for the sect is that it must be very happy." Elder Li laughed happily. Every time he participated in a sect exchange competition, the Immortal Palace of Escaped is always suppressed by the other three sects. This time he can finally be proud.

"No wonder the sect leader and Gu Fengzhu are so relieved to hand over this great task to Zhan Yihan. He did not disappoint everyone, hahaha..."

"It would be great if we could win so quickly in every game in the next game." The elders of the Immortal Palace in the Immortal Palace said happily. This was the first time they were so proud.

"Sister Su, look, we won, Junior Brother Zhan is so powerful!" Qin Feng said happily. He knew Junior Brother Zhan's formation was good, but he didn't expect that he was so powerful. Before the disciples of the other three sects could react, he came out of the formation.
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